Old favourites from the elder poets, with a few newer friends, a selection by M. SharpeWilliams and Norgate, 1881 - 393 pages |
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... o'er the lave o't To the Unco Good Husband and Wife This is no my ain lassie My wife's a winsome wee thing From Dainty Willie - Highland Mary Address to the Woodlark My Jean Afton Water The Selkirk Grace BISHOP THOMAS PERCY 229 . 230 ...
... o'er the lave o't To the Unco Good Husband and Wife This is no my ain lassie My wife's a winsome wee thing From Dainty Willie - Highland Mary Address to the Woodlark My Jean Afton Water The Selkirk Grace BISHOP THOMAS PERCY 229 . 230 ...
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... o'er the dead . The Prisoner of Chillon When coldness wraps this suffering clay The Destruction of Sennacherib We sat down and wept I saw thee weep . To Marion . Stray lines from Childe Harold SIR WALTER SCOTT . · From The Lay of the ...
... o'er the dead . The Prisoner of Chillon When coldness wraps this suffering clay The Destruction of Sennacherib We sat down and wept I saw thee weep . To Marion . Stray lines from Childe Harold SIR WALTER SCOTT . · From The Lay of the ...
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... o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment , With this regard , their currents turn awry , And lose the name of action , HAMLET TO THE PLAYERS . Act III . Scene 2 . Speak the speech , I pray you , as I ...
... o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment , With this regard , their currents turn awry , And lose the name of action , HAMLET TO THE PLAYERS . Act III . Scene 2 . Speak the speech , I pray you , as I ...
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... o'er the dunces , pored on the old print Of titled words ; and still my spaniel slept , Whilst I wasted lamp - oil , baited my flesh , Shrunk up my veins ; and still my spaniel slept . And still I held converse with Zabarell , Aquinas ...
... o'er the dunces , pored on the old print Of titled words ; and still my spaniel slept , Whilst I wasted lamp - oil , baited my flesh , Shrunk up my veins ; and still my spaniel slept . And still I held converse with Zabarell , Aquinas ...
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... o'er her prey ; But you'll ne'er stop a lover , He will find out his way . If the earth should part him , He would gallop it o'er ; If the seas should o'erthwart him , He would swim to the shore . Should his love become a swallow ...
... o'er her prey ; But you'll ne'er stop a lover , He will find out his way . If the earth should part him , He would gallop it o'er ; If the seas should o'erthwart him , He would swim to the shore . Should his love become a swallow ...
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Page 36 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 57 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 167 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 38 - EAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 82 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 166 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Page 16 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 26 - Caesar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 153 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Page 40 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.